EBB, Vermeer, and Very Little Sleep

I feel like my last post was really...angsty/pessimistic. Sorry. I hate it when I do that. (Spellcheck suggested "gangsta" as a replacement for "angsty" when I did a spellcheck. Wow.)

So I had two and a half hours of sleep last night.
Note to self: Do not let Luke coerce you into staying up so late. This is the second time he's done this to me. He's lucky I actually woke up on time to go to seminary. And that's the weirdest part. I actually woke up earlier to get ready for seminary than on most other days when I have much more sleep. Hmmm.

For the next few weeks, I'll be posting about things I'm grateful for or things that I just really like.

The Guitar Player, Jan Vermeer

Today's: Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese, number XXXII and the above painting by Vermeer. (He's one of the many reasons I love Dutch art.)
Have I ever mentioned how I kinda/sorta want a guy to write me this kind of poetry? No wonder Robert Browning ended up marrying her.